Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.